Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Words cannot describe how utterly frustrated I am at this point. I am one that loves to work, but my co-workers have driven me to point of exasperation. I have always gone "above and beyond" at my position, and it used to be appreciated. Now, it's an expectation and I get berated for NOT doing what was never my job in the first place. It was just easy for me to do, so why not? I don't look forward to going to work, but I still go. I do not call out (like many others) instead, I go, do my job, and go home. Luckily, some days I do have a co-worker friend that I thoroughly enjoy visiting with when our shifts overlap. The humor brought by them has been my saving grace some days.

Some more about this friend ... they continue to think it's their hair that keeps me looking at them and smiling even though I've told them repeatedly that it's their eyes. They bring a unique brand of humor that only certain people can appreciate. Plus, they also offer a lot of perspective on some of my college classes. It has been refreshing to have someone that offers knowledge of certain subjects and angles of such that I had not previously considered. We enjoy running jokes, which is one way they'll make me laugh if I'm overly reserved and quiet. I look forward to my shifts if I know theirs will overlap. A night out is planned and I'm hoping they are able to make it. They claim that they don't get out enough, and they have the night off, so there should not be any excuse. It would be fabulous to hang out with them outside of work.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Today was a day of cleaning and sorting. I still have stuff to go through, but a major accomplishment has been my clothes. There have been clothes taking up space in the closet for too long that I haven't worn. I was the last one in the family to go through my clothes, we give them away to a local Church at least a couple times a year. I only am able to wear certain clothes in my profession, so the ones in the back of the closet or on one side of the drawer that haven't been worn in ages go to benefit someone else ... someone who might actually have time. Life around my house has not slowed down in the last 4.5 years ... instead it has sped up. That is how long I've been in college. Part time at first, now full speed ahead to the end. One more year left ... more specifically, 403 days until it's over. Oh, how I love the "days left" app on my phone.

I've started this blog to possibly help channel my thoughts to something productive. It may help me focus and have an impact on the level of my ADD. I've been told that I talk in circles, so hopefully my posts aren't confusing ...

My life consists of my family, college (almost a senior), and working ridiculous amounts of hours. I've statistically shortened my lifespan due to my choice of careers, but so far so good. Living life cautiously is not life, it just enables the person to live longer. Why live longer without fun and excitement?

I love Maxine comics, and in reference to living cautiously - this was illustrated and forwarded (repeatedly) via email:

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, WHAT A RIDE!"

I'd prefer Black Cherry Rum and Coke, but hey, it's still the same concept ...